Actually I think it’s old pajamas…
Cheers,
David
New York… Massachussetts… somewhere in the Blue States… we’re pretty sure of that. I ain’t ever been to New York or Massachussetts, but I hear it’s real pretty country.
All kidding aside, as I’ve said before (not on this thread) Bloomie’s home is in one of the most beautiful hill towns in Franklin County (MA). I grew up in the next town over (which ain’t half bad itself).
Cheers,
David
I have pajamas like that. They’re really comfy 
But I think I look better than he does in them. :roll:
New York isn’t boring like suburban Maryland, that’s for sure. I’d like more opportunities to hang out there, really. Sooner or later I’d learn to stop talking to the uncharacteristically friendly types who invariably tag me as a non-resident (even though I’m wearing a black coat,) and hit me up for a handout.
Last time, we ate at a cool place called Pomaire, which is supposedly the only Chilean restaurant in NYC. Very good.
Yup, tartan flannel. Can’t beat em!
Mine are dress Campbells.
What is it with Rottweilers and house trailers? I never met a Rottweiler until I went into the trailer business.
Y’all may know, I still buy and renovate (actually, my handyman does most of the renovating now that I’m a big player in the penny whistle industry) used mobile homes. I sometimes pick up old house trailers that have been repo’d or evicted from a trailer park somewhere. It seems that there are three things that are almost standard equipment with mobile homes:
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The frame of at least one water bed.
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A non-functioning console television (probably was used as a stand for a portable television, which would not have been left in the trailer since a portable television would be light enough to carry out).
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Rottweilers. I’ve never found one in a vacant house trailer, but I’ve encountered more of them than I can count in and around occupied mobile homes. The guy who hauls and sets up mobile homes for me has a 200 pound (not a typo) Rottweiler named Duke. If Duke sits on your foot, you can’t leave until he decides to move.
Best wishes,
Jerry
I haven’t been to any New England states yet. Every time we decide to take a driving vacation we go south. Last time we were set on doing a New England trip but then ended up in Georgia.
I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque.
I’d like to take your word for it Izz, really I would, but there’s no way round it. A photo is required for comparative purposes.
Was Bloomfield not born in Europe?
Even so, according to the other thread if you live in America you are an American and can’t identify with your old world culture.
I was born in America and have a dual citizenship, both Oklahoman and Cherokee.
Ok, here’s another chance for me to show my stupidity. Is Cherokee citizenship the same as other national citizenships, that is you have to move there and live there? Or does it have more to do with ethnic heritage?
I don’t think it is necessry to live there to enroll as a tribal member, though the Cherokee Nation’s services and governmental authority are generally limited to the 14-county jurisdictional area of the Cherokee Nation. There is also the Eastern Band of Cherokee that are organized separately, and consist of those who reside in the original Cherokee homeland, and another, historically landless (that is to say, they did not have recognized tribal land claims–I think they now possess some lands in Arkansas) group of Cherokee is also recognized by the U.S. government, and that is the United Keetoowah Band of Cherokee Indians. A good many of these latter reside within the boundaries of the 14 county jurisdictional area, which is in northeastern Oklahoma.
Thanks.
I was born in a beauty salon
My father was a dresser of hair
My mother was a girl you could call on
When you called she was always there
L.C.
Was her name Watusia? I think I may know her.
I thought Bloomfield’s father had been a Belgian boulangerie owner.
Cran, where did you get my pajamas?